A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Wu Dahu didn't talk nonsense with him, just said "um", and said calmly: "Go down, when the time comes, someone will remind you to go."

Jiayi opened her mouth, as if she still wanted to say something to Wu Dahu, but when she saw Wu Dahu's indifferent expression, she felt that her blood had been poured cold, so she closed her mouth, bent down and saluted, Slowly left the tent.

After walking out, Jiayi silently comforted herself: If Wu Dahu showed affection for others so easily, then I might not like it anymore, but it would be more difficult to show Wu Dahu's preciousness and allow him to enjoy success more joy.

After he figured it out, the mood on his face changed from cloudy to sunny, and even his footsteps became much lighter. The back of Song Qinghan when he left flashed in his mind, his eyes rolled, and his curiosity suddenly arose. He looked around and chose Song Qinghan. Go all the way in the direction where Qing Han left.

At this time, Song Qinghan was already sitting in the military doctor's tent, earnestly helping the man with the broken arm and leg change the medicine.

Shu Luo chattered non-stop beside him, as if he wanted to pour out all the bitterness in his stomach, regardless of whether Song Qinghan could accept it or not.

"I didn't sleep at all yesterday. He had a high fever and a low fever for a while. I was so tormented that I couldn't figure out whether I was injured or he was injured. But the pain killed me."

"There are also those bossy people who will rush in regardless of their care, saying to see how he is doing. I have said that he will be safe, but those people still don't believe it. They have to let him announce his safety through the curtain. They don't even think about it, if I really kill him, can I escape by myself? Stupid!"

"Oh, by the way, there are also those people who heard that I have the 'Bone Resurrection Technique', all crying and begging me to give them a piece of ancestral dog skin plaster, how dare I give it? After giving it, If they find it useless, wouldn’t they be beaten to death?”

"..."

Song Qinghan found that he had been trained by Shu Luo to automatically filter nonsense. Although he knew that he had said a long series of words, he didn't remember a single word, and finally said: "He is recovering well, your life is saved. .”

Shu Luo was reminded by him, and then he remembered that he begged Song Qinghan to help him save that person, so he quickly stopped his complaints, approached Song Qinghan with a smile and said, "Thank you, Doctor Song, you are really a miracle doctor." Ah! In the future, I will trouble you a lot.”

Song Qinghan clapped his hands, stood up calmly and said, "Where are those people you mentioned just now crying and begging for plaster? Take me to have a look."

Just as Shu Luo was about to nod, Song Qinghan suddenly realized what Song Qinghan meant, and said reluctantly: "This one hasn't been saved yet, so I'm going to save others? Let me tell you, those people are very difficult to get along with, they are all rude and irritable It’s annoying to see the appearance of them eating you if you can’t be cured.”

Seeing that Song Qinghan did not speak, but only stared at him with a pair of clear eyes, Shu Luo sighed, turned around resignedly, and led the way: "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of your eyes. There are genius doctors who can cure them, so if you can't cure them, you will definitely be blamed, why not just ignore them and accept the painful reality after they go back..."

Halfway through, Song Qinghan finally spoke, and said softly: "Not long ago, they were fighting bloody enemies on the battlefield to protect us. Isn't it normal to be a little angry? Besides, if they are cured, won't we be the ones who benefit in the end? "

Shocked by Song Qinghan's words, Shu Luo was speechless, patted his head, and a flash of guilt flashed across his face.

In fact, he also sympathized with those people before. After all, there is not even enough medicinal materials here. They can only howl in pain there, but after a period of contact, he couldn't help being impatient. It may be selfish and ruthless in his bones. It's causing trouble.

Song Qinghan walked into a larger tent under the leadership of Shu Luo, swept around, saw the wounded casually placed on the ground, couldn't help but sighed, turned to Shu Luo and said: " At least go get some thatch, it would be best if there is clean cloth."

Shu Luo was probably touched by what Song Qinghan said just now, even if he was ordered to run errands, there was no trace of reluctance on his face, he nodded obediently, and ran away quickly.

After he left, Song Qinghan squatted down and glanced at the wound of the person closest to him. Seeing fresh blood oozing from the gauze, he frowned and said, "Why are you still bleeding? You didn't listen to the doctor's order and didn't force yourself casually." ?”

The man withdrew his hand irritably, glared at Song Qinghan viciously, and cursed: "Where did you come from, a female with no hair at all, how dare you question your grandfather me? It doesn't matter if I try hard or not? No one can believe the words of those quack doctors, they are all lies! When I go back, they must be skinned and cramped!"

Song Qinghan was very calm, casually stretched out his index finger to point at the man's wound, and said in a tone of fact: "Following this trend, when you go back, your arm will be useless, oh, and The same goes for your legs. When the time comes, what will you use to peel other people's skin and stretch their tendons? Mind?"

As soon as he said these words, the warm atmosphere just now suddenly cooled down. The pupils of the man who spouted wild words shrank, his face flushed, he quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed Song Qinghan's collar, and growled: "Boy! ! What did you just say? I'll give you another chance! Otherwise, waiting for your..."

With a groan, Song Qinghan pulled out the scalpel, put it on the man's neck as if nothing had happened, and said softly: "You can try it, your hands are faster, but my knife is faster."

Under the reflection of the sun, the smooth arc of the scalpel shone a cold silver light, like a letter from a snake, heralding the coming of some kind of danger.

The man didn't even dare to swallow his saliva, he stared firmly into Song Qinghan's eyes, after seeing that Song Qinghan was not joking with him, he finally let go of his hand, just looking at his appearance, it seemed that he had saved 1 bad money. Willingly.

Song Qinghan withdrew his hand, wiped the clean gauze with the scalpel, then cut off the gauze, and said calmly, "Do you know about the adult in front?"

Those people looked at each other, as if they were discussing whether to answer Song Qinghan's words.

Seeing that they didn't speak, Song Qinghan was not angry, and said to himself: "In order to heal his injury, his posture from head to toe has not changed since last night, and the wound is very stable now, no accidents. If you do, you can use your hands and feet again..."

"What?!" A series of surprised exclamations sounded from the tent, as if they heard the Arabian Nights.